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The Widows Lust
During her customary glass of red with dinner, Alison Taylor out of nowhere, decided to go shopping the following day. It was going to be a day of pampering and a whole new outfit. At this point of time she had no idea what she wanted to buy, all she knew it was going to be something she felt sexy in and wanted to be alluring to her special man. For a moment she thought how he ever became the centre of her desire, but her mind wandered away quickly as she better enjoyed her imagining his strong arms around her, his tongue licking her neck before his lips kissed it. She smiled to herself, had the last sip of wine and went to wash up; Alison liked to keep things neat and tidy. After all she had spent 25 years being responsible for keeping the house, being a dutiful wife to her late husband and a caring mother to their children who had long left home. As she washed the plate, the same thoughts bubbled again.
Lately she found herself consumed by thoughts of them together. Previously he was only the focus of her imagination when she felt the need to take care of herself while alone in her bed. She soon realised it was trigged by his secretary booking an appointment for her to come and see him on the Friday afternoon. But was she just being silly, how was buying a new outfit going to achieve anything. Her heart beat a bit faster, how was she going to seduce him, would he be interested in her. She thought back to see if she could remember any sign of him every showing interest during their past encounters. Alison was on auto pilot; the dishes were done and she was making her way to bathroom.
She closed the door behind her even though no one else lived in the house, it was almost 18 months since Sam had passed away. She looked at her face, pulling her skin back and looking at herself. She had taken good care of herself; at 52 she looked no older than 42. She may have also had the energy of a younger woman, but she couldn’t remember when she had been active, really active. She married Sam when she was 24, had children and resigned to be a house wife. Sam was older and had done well for himself, as a result when the youngest went to university, a few years later he retired and once again Alison’s life was occupied. But she always made time for Pilates every morning, none of her friends were anywhere close to her ability to be flexible.
She turned the tap and let the water flow and began to undress. She smiled as she saw her reflection, she was impressed at what she had maintained; supple breasts and a toned body. She stepped into the shower, felt the water before standing under it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She stood there a while before tending to her body with shampoo and soap. She smelt nice, and it wasn’t the soap, Alison had a natural fragrance. She found herself once again caressing her curves imagining his arms all over her. But she snapped out of it rather quickly as she needed to make some late online bookings. She stepped out of the shower, dried herself, wrapped her hair in another towel and moisturised her entire body; perhaps that was her secret of her young skin.
Alison slipped on a chemise; a light blue with spaghetti straps and a low-neck line. For a moment she imagined it gliding off her body to the floor as she bared all for him. She smiled again and noticed that her nipples were piercing through.
Lately she found herself consumed by thoughts of them together. Previously he was only the focus of her imagination when she felt the need to take care of herself while alone in her bed. She soon realised it was trigged by his secretary booking an appointment for her to come and see him on the Friday afternoon. But was she just being silly, how was buying a new outfit going to achieve anything. Her heart beat a bit faster, how was she going to seduce him, would he be interested in her. She thought back to see if she could remember any sign of him every showing interest during their past encounters. Alison was on auto pilot; the dishes were done and she was making her way to bathroom.
She closed the door behind her even though no one else lived in the house, it was almost 18 months since Sam had passed away. She looked at her face, pulling her skin back and looking at herself. She had taken good care of herself; at 52 she looked no older than 42. She may have also had the energy of a younger woman, but she couldn’t remember when she had been active, really active. She married Sam when she was 24, had children and resigned to be a house wife. Sam was older and had done well for himself, as a result when the youngest went to university, a few years later he retired and once again Alison’s life was occupied. But she always made time for Pilates every morning, none of her friends were anywhere close to her ability to be flexible.
She turned the tap and let the water flow and began to undress. She smiled as she saw her reflection, she was impressed at what she had maintained; supple breasts and a toned body. She stepped into the shower, felt the water before standing under it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She stood there a while before tending to her body with shampoo and soap. She smelt nice, and it wasn’t the soap, Alison had a natural fragrance. She found herself once again caressing her curves imagining his arms all over her. But she snapped out of it rather quickly as she needed to make some late online bookings. She stepped out of the shower, dried herself, wrapped her hair in another towel and moisturised her entire body; perhaps that was her secret of her young skin.
Alison slipped on a chemise; a light blue with spaghetti straps and a low-neck line. For a moment she imagined it gliding off her body to the floor as she bared all for him. She smiled again and noticed that her nipples were piercing through.
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